I watched Frozen tonight. This was not a wise decision. I'm not sure what I was expecting, I guess maybe a more jokey, goofy horror approach, but not really. They do what most horror/disaster films don't usually bother with, making the characters mildly likable, or at least relatable enough that you're completely repulsed later on when stuff starts happening.
If they'd been douchebags or something, it might be possible to take some perverse pleasure in seeing, say, [spoiler]a guy falling, snapping the bones out of both of his legs, then sobbing for like an hour until wolves finally show up and eat him alive. It definitely hit that point where you realize "This isn't fun. Why am I watching this?"[/spoiler]
It's kind of cute that one of the actors played Iceman in X-Men, and they get all winky meta referencing Open Water, but it stops being cute really quick and sort of turns into gruel.
If Les Stroud had been there, he'd have fashioned some sort of parachute out of the skin of the most annoying person and rode that sucker majestically down to the bottom of the mountain.
Oh, Les Stroud. I need your calm, Canadian comfort now.
